These are all little itty bitty stories that are just here to make you happy. They never end; I just keep posting and posting these ideas that pop into my head or dreams that come to me in my sleep. There's never a sad ending, just a dash of humor, and just enough perfection to get you to smile. I hope they make you as happy as I was when I was writing them. Otherwise I'll cry and drown myself in Ben and Jerry's Cinnamon Buns ice cream. I'm just kidding. ...Or am I?

After finally making it back home, things have seemed to take a drastic and heartbreaking path for Penelope. Clayton is on the brink of death, and has fallen into a coma after the dreadful car crash they both were involved in. Penelope must try to cope, while also dealing with his pregnant mate, London, and her newly reunited family. Can Penny survive what is to come while also fighting off the organization that took her? How can she when death is knocking at everyone's door?

"It was my fault." I stated looking down at my slowly growing clammy hands. He would never forgive me after I told him this. My deepest darkest secret. "You're my mate. No matter how big of a package your life is, I'm willing to stay with you through anything." "Good." Celia, the Omega, runs from her pack because of something she did, or was thought she did. On the run, she slams straight into a rival pack that doesn't handle rogues, even recently turned ones, well. She's about to be left for dead until her and her mate meet in the most unlikely circumstances. Is the package she carries to much of a burden on the pack, but more importantly her recently found mate who happens to be the alpha? Will she survive the most shocking things thrown at her?

Ella Hargrove is the Alpha of Blue Creek Pack's daughter. Her brother is the Beta, and she is promised to the Delta, Jackson. But she doesn't love him. Not like she should. A Seer in her pack has said that she has no Mate connection with anyone, which means her Mate doesn't exist. So then why does even holding Jackson's hand feel like a betrayal? With Blue Creek and its enemies coming to a temporary alliance in order to deal with a "pack" of Rogues, it is imperative that she and her pack appear strong and undivided. But the illusion is becoming harder to maintain as Jackson shows his true colours, and Ella begins to dream of a dark-haired boy with blood on his hands who feels like home. But he isn't a dream. He's the Demon Delta of the Blood Water Pack, a pack cursed to live Mateless for their crimes. He's a monster, a murderer, everything she has been raised to hate and fear. But she cannot find it within herself to hate him. After all, he was raised by wolves.

I never truly believed what I heard at such a young age was true. There was nothing that stopped me from wanting to find out what had happened. I wanted to find out every detail, every groove, every mistake and learn. Nothing would get in my way, I would never allow it. Not my parents, not my brother, and surly not the rest of the pack. It was a secret and a risk I was willing to take. No matter what, I would find my sister, and bring her home.

The Runaway Mate Carly Faye isn't your average seventeen year old werewolf, she's anything but actually. Having lost everything that was important to her at a very young age, Carly has trouble fitting in with the rest of her pack and as a result of this she has always been an outcast. When she was fifteen Carly found out that the soon to be alpha, Mason, was her mate. She was beyond happy, thinking that for once she would actually be loved and treated fairly, but Carly was wrong. Mason does nothing but beat her and use her for his own pleasure. But what happens when Carly gets sick of it, of it all, what happens when Carly leaves her pack taking with her the most important and precious thing that there is. What happens when she ends up in the hands of a pack who love and cherish her, well only one thing of course, her past comes back to bite her in the butt and take back what's rightfully his.

“Fuck,” I whisper, shutting my eyes and clunking my head to the door. “Where were you going, Scar?” Ace breathes, smirking like he’s been dying to do this all morning. Might as well not lie. “I was going to hot wire your car and drive back to California, grab all my cash, fly to Europe, live there for a couple weeks, and then drink myself to death.” His smirk drops. “That’s not funny.” “Never said it was.” A quiet moment drifts through as I lazily stare at him. “You’re serious?” “Yep.” Scarlett Hunter is only 19 and has already killed 65 vampires. It's drilled into her mind that vampires are bad, and they always will be. That is, until Ace Caplin decides to enter her world via her kitchen.